“Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they,
But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.”

—  Thomas Moore

In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, st. 2
Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)

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Irish poet, singer and songwriter 1779–1852

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